Cheers

350 days if I chicken out over trying to drive on Friday the 3rd of July and get a hotel on the 2nd.

Another wonderful escape to the Outer Banks is coming to a close, and once again, I have to count it as a partial failure as I have not discovered a way to teleport my cats here, found a high paying full0time job and a place to live.  But that’s a lot to figure out in 13 days.  Other than that, it’s been quite the successful getaway.  I have spent a ridiculous amount of time reading, relaxing and recharging.  (This has been greatly helped by the fact that the Carmenator has not spent the time apart hissing at Sarah, the most patient petsitter on the planet.)

Hit all our old haunts for terrific food and a few new ones (trust me, I will expound upon all of them in the next few days) and the weather conspired to provide a perfect mix of beach days, deck days and covered porch days.

Can’t wait to get back next year.